Each day I pray for strength
That only comes from God.
Can’t do nothing of myself,
For I am made of sod.
I cannot open my eyes
Nor can I wiggle my toes.
Couldn’t speak a single word
Nor twitch or flinch my nose.
I couldn’t sit nor stand,
Or even walk about
Without God’s sovereign power;
And that—without a doubt.
Therefore, I owe a debt today
Of gratitude in every way.
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